Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Grenada and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Rekid to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by The Fuzztones. All the underground hits.
All Unwound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Electric Prunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oneida record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lower 48,
Technova,
Mary Jane Girls,
Section 25,
Marvin Gaye,
Minutemen,
a-ha,
48th St. Collective,
Eric Copeland,
Minor Threat,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Hardrive,
Maleditus Sound,
Bobby Sherman,
The Martian,
The Leaves,
Aaron Thompson,
Blossom Toes,
The Barracudas,
June Days,
Pole,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Massinfluence,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Mission of Burma,
Negative Approach,
Dead Boys,
Ronan,
Simply Red,
T. Rex,
Brick,
Eddi Front,
Howard Jones,
Q and Not U,
Public Enemy,
Idris Muhammad,
Avey Tare,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Circle Jerks,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Faust,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Marshall Jefferson,
Delta 5,
The Golliwogs,
Heaven 17,
Traffic Nightmare,
Country Teasers,
Scan 7,
Mad Mike,
Tears for Fears,
Flipper,
Second Layer,
The Seeds,
Arcadia,
Guru Guru,
Matthew Bourne,
Cal Tjader,
Hoover,
The Buckinghams,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Harry Pussy,
Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.